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A walk through the trees ... through the forest.  Lara Mellon.  Dedicated with love and gratitude to Maggie Strachan.  Durban RSA 2012.

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The wind began to blow hard and I was not afraid to be freed, and so I began to find my path through the trees, through the trees.

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I found bugs and beetles and butterflies but no best friend.

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Walking through forest, along paths, through life, is always better with a friend.

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The gentle breeze kisses my cheeks and I wonder.

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I loved flying kites, now my dreams fly on butterfly wings.

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I think I think too much.

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windmills, windmills, windmills everywhere ... turning everywhere

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sometimes our dreams must be set free

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Walking alone is not lonely.

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Suffer the little children. Even the lilies of the valley.

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Burnt Sienna is my favourite colour. Red hot from the earth. And I have a dog called Sienna.

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all i want is peace and quiet.

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I look to the hills, where does my hope come from. My hope comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth.

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flowers are still flowers in the dark.

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I would travel long distances on horse back, into fields that stirred with dust and smells of earth. Up hills, along roads sometimes, just me, Safferrick and our thoughts.  Beautiful times not forgotten.

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Figures would appear walking along the paths I'd travel. I was not afraid, even when the shadows were dark.

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I owned a dog called Ta-Tinka and I loved her very much.

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Don't let the birds nest in your hair.

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When I was seven, I dreamed of owning a circus and also of owning a massive farm.

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It is with reverence and awe that I watch the butterfleis flitter flatter in m garden.

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I long to walk where it is quiet and still.

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light at the end of the forest it is bright it is light at the end of the forest it is bright. It is bright at the end of the forest. It is bright at the end.

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and then it is light. just light

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Title and dedication page

A walk through the trees ... through the forest.  Lara Mellon.  Dedicated with love and gratitude to Maggie Strachan.  Durban RSA 2012.

Page 1

The wind began to blow hard and I was not afraid to be freed, and so I began to find my path through the trees, through the trees.

Page 2

I found bugs and beetles and butterflies but no best friend.

Page 4

Walking through forest, along paths, through life, is always better with a friend.

Page 3

The gentle breeze kisses my cheeks and I wonder.

Page 5

I loved flying kites, now my dreams fly on butterfly wings.

Page 6
Page 7

I think I think too much.

Page 8

windmills, windmills, windmills everywhere ... turning everywhere

Page 9

sometimes our dreams must be set free

Page 10
Page 11

Walking alone is not lonely.

Page 12
Page 13
Page 14

Suffer the little children. Even the lilies of the valley.

Page 15

Burnt Sienna is my favourite colour. Red hot from the earth. And I have a dog called Sienna.

Page 16

all i want is peace and quiet.

Page 17

I look to the hills, where does my hope come from. My hope comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth.

Page 18

flowers are still flowers in the dark.

Page 19

I would travel long distances on horse back, into fields that stirred with dust and smells of earth. Up hills, along roads sometimes, just me, Safferrick and our thoughts.  Beautiful times not forgotten.

Page 20

Figures would appear walking along the paths I'd travel. I was not afraid, even when the shadows were dark.

Page 21

I owned a dog called Ta-Tinka and I loved her very much.

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Page 27
Page 28

Don't let the birds nest in your hair.

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When I was seven, I dreamed of owning a circus and also of owning a massive farm.

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It is with reverence and awe that I watch the butterfleis flitter flatter in m garden.

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I long to walk where it is quiet and still.

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light at the end of the forest it is bright it is light at the end of the forest it is bright. It is bright at the end of the forest. It is bright at the end.

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and then it is light. just light

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